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Fragmented Thoughts Chapter 21 Part 1 (Reader)Things are dull and slow as the chilly winter air blows in, which makes you nervous. The lack of excitement usually means something is brewing, and you hate waiting to find out what it is.
Thanksgiving wasn't celebrated in the Stark Tower. Most of the workers went home, but all you and the others receive is the gentle greeting of JARVIS in the morning, saying "Good morning, ma'am, and happy thanksgiving."
It's hardly a happy thanksgiving to you. As much as you enjoy the company of the others on the team (some more than others), you miss your family. You haven't seen them in months, since the incident at school back in August. At first, you figured that since you haven't heard of or from them, that they must be alright, but now you're worried.
"JARVIS," you stare into the mirror in your bathroom, soundless but thoughtful until now.
His voice is calm as he asks, "how may I help you?"
You bite your lip as you consider the question. "Where is my family? Have they tried to contact me?"
Fragmented Thoughts Chapter 29 (ReaderxLoki)You've been stomping around your room for hours. You refuse to come out. From the movies and real life scenarios, you know that if you go out there, everyone's going to be furious. You'll be a chew toy for a good few weeks. So childish, ugh. How could you let yourself do that?
You hear loud, deep steps thumping down the hallway towards your location. You freeze in fear. There's more than one pair of steps. Oh god...they've come for you. You're gonna seriously get it now. You begin to cower onto your bed, fighting the panic. You'll just apologize, sob, and promise to never do it again. You just hope the punishment isn't...too painful...
The footfalls stop. Voices whisper incoherently, muffled, outside the door. Cautious, you begin to try and sense who's outside. With the imaginary trick Xavier taught you, you begin to pick up on some clues:
"...ikke ha gjort det i første omgang."
...Well, if it was Loki, you wouldn't be able to know what he's thinking. This must be Thor. Another
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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